Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

if you need a zimmer frame to tout it in.
So, Horse, what can you do?
Gerald, me lad, you're gonna be famous down job club.
What if, next Friday, 400 women say: "He's too fat, he's too old,
- It's so obvious. - No, I were with Gaz, honest.
Ladies, we are strippers, aren't we?
Only I couldn't, could I?
and stupid cow here thought you were out looking for a job!
Sheffield leads the way in town planning.
That's all very well, but a big wanger is no use
Get on with it!
with the storms clearing to leave the weekend warm and sunny.
You're ahead.
Listen, just think of the most boring thing you can come up with.
Gentlemen, the lunchbox... has landed.
- I need an audience. - You need a doctor.
'Ey... loan weld better than her an' all.
No decent woman would be seen dead in there.
Aye.
Ever been out with a black bloke?
"Hot stuff".
He's not allowed, is he?
watching one of our top soccer teams,
Come on, love.
You've been working too hard.
Tell us straight.
Oh, well, I may as well not bother.
Told you. Rubbing pipes' that's all.
Nathe!
'Ey, Gaz.
Once I'm on stage?
Things looking up?
Don't get your clothes dirty, do you?
- So it's true. - I've bloody had enough of this.
Well, you should have said.
You'll love skiing.
With a pair of scissors! They know it's us.
Phwoar! Them bloody muscles!
Auntie Jean's busy.
At work.
You what?
- Keep up, you fat bastard! - Gazza, you tosser!
We got this int' jumble, like, to say sorry.
- I found this wandering about outside. - They wouldn't let me in.
Fuck!
All those nights you were late back
Extincto.
Oh. Well, don't fret, gents. There's a right good laundry in Wakefield prison.
Hey, Patricia the Stripper!
Look... Excuse me, can I borrow this for a second?
There's the beggar.
They won't wait forever.
if you carry on wi' this caper.
Come on, Gerald.
- Dad! - Come on, Gaz, I'm freezing.
Not even if I wanted to.
- You what? - The Arsenal offside trap.
We're bloody on!
Nobody tells them Chippendales to do security. Raking it in, they are!
Listen. I'm gonna get really annoyed with you.
- What's all this? - It's them Chippendale efforts.
Chloe, I wouldn't care anything too much about Bottled Pops.
- Yeah? - Yeah, me an' all.
I nearly fucking drowned!
Why would I want anyone else?
It's souped-up tango, is that. Teach any bugger in a week. Even you, mate.
Just a minute.
- Gerald, you're missing the rumba. - Sorry, I just met some pals from... work.
I used to have a proper job, me.
Oh, no.
Security-camera tapes off the from desk.
Ah, Hot Chocolate! Now we're talking!
Yeah?
we all step forward in a line and wave our arms around like a fairy.